April 23rd, 2019

Burning Sun

Warm from the sun,
I should feel peace.
Yet I'm filled with thoughts,
thata just won't cease.

I awake in chaos,
Struggling for ease of mind.
Hopelessly lost,
Even with friends so very kind.

Now looking for words,
to fill the next line.
Looking for answers,
and to pass the time.

I want to reach out,
and tell someone.
Before I get burnt,
from this hot, hot sun.

But I'm sure I won't,
I never do...
It's just my life,
what I go through.

Wes D. Sturdevant